Chapter 3 : Victory

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Kerrech

“On the next morning, she thought to have made it up. While she was still fumbling out of sleep, a blurry reality and vague lights around her, she remembered the precise words, and the iron pitcher shocked her fingers. There was something flowing through the walls, but it wasn’t water. Stars, maybe. Definitely something from a dead dream.” Anne of Maumesnil, Prose from the Path